Blitz is sitting at a table in a cafe, thoroughly losing in a card game. At least probably. There's no one sitting across from him to judge that by, but it doesn't seem like he's winning.
He looks up and meets the eyes of someone he's still not sure how to feel about.
- @eyes-that-decieve
Renegade freezes up, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t think he’d see him here. They seem to have figured out how to appear more normal since last they met, despite many fan requests to make him worse, almost mistakable for a human wearing contacts.
Of course, there are still the scars running like tributaries down every inch of her body, gleaming odd colors in the light. One of his hands is shoved in his pocket, and Blitz can see their wrists has a violent purple hue it didn’t before.
